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EXCELSIOR

In happy homes he saw the light

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Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
Excelsior!

"Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead,

The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
And loud that clarion voice replied
Excelsior!

"O stay," the maiden said, “and rest
Thy weary head upon this breast!"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
Excelsior!

"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!"

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MISCELLANEOUS.

This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior!

At break of day, as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,

A voice cried through the startled air
Excelsior

A traveler, by the faithful hound,
Half-buried in the snow was found,

Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device
Excelsior!

There in the twilight cold and gray,

Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,

EXCELSIOR.

And from the sky, serene and far,
A voice fell, like a falling star,

Excelsior!

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